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[jim_halpert]

It was only a couple of days before the play. Jim was finally feeling the nervous tension start to build up, and he was practically glued to his copy of the play

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[ltford]

Ford sort of recognized the guy because Shepp-- John knew him, but Aiden didn't think he'd ever talked to him. Tim or Jim or Joe. The guy had some kind of normal name. And the lieutenant did sort of wonder what was up with the song on the jukebox but he needed more Clive Cussler so he just sort of waved politely and started to head towards the bookshelf.

[jim_halpert]

Jim looked over when Ford passed in his line of sight. Talking to someone was better than listening to the tune playing, so he opted to focus his attention away from it.

"Hey," he greeted.

[ltford]

Ford stopped deciding at least talking to someone would be different than wandering around the rec room. "Hey. How's it going?"

[jim_halpert]

"Alright," he replied with a shrug. He eyed the jukebox again. "Think the island's bored and messing with me, but I've gotten used to that. How are you?"